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The Longer You Don't Say Anything

Yes! I am still alive, despite this whole non-blogging thing. I don't think I can write about them properly or wittily enough, so I don't write. And then weeks go by and my only links to the intertubes are constantly refreshing Twitter, blocking people who favorite all of my feet photos within a 30-minute block of time, and 3-point status updates on MetaChat. So in that vein:

3-Point Status Update!

1//This weekend Steve and I tethered disposable cameras to news stands and handrails downtown with signs encouraging people to take photos with them, completely ripping off The Plug's idea of Stranger Photos Have Happened. I was worried that people would completely ignore the cameras, but to my happy surprise they filled up each roll. We got the rolls developed last night, and each shot makes me really happy.

2// Last week I took a photography workshop with Zack Arias on getting the flash off-camera. A lot of the information was stuff I had read before, but the workshop had a few Ah-Ha! moments that made everything really start to make sense. It went from 10.30 Tuesday morning until 1.30 Wednesday morning. There was lecture-type stuff, but also a lot of hands-on stuff. I got to work with some great models and am really glad I took it.

I didn't get home until 2.30, and was back at work at 8am. I'm not sure how effective I was at work that day. But I have solicited model time from one of my nieces with the promise of cookies, and I'm excited to practice.

3a// Steve and I went to Homer for the holiday weekend, however long ago that was. We took a taxi across Kachemak Bay to experience Seldovia's wild & crazy July 4th festivities (log rolling! kayak jousting!), only to find everything rained out. Apparently there wasn't enough alcohol to convince anyone that jumping in the ocean for a shot at $150 is a good idea when you can see your breath in the air.

3b// The sun did manage to come out that Saturday, and we headed down to the beach where I was able to spread Lacey's ashes. It was a lot more difficult than I expected. After the wind and waves took away her ashes, I cried and cried. The metal urn I had been clinging to for the past month no longer held any meaning for me.

photo by robotkarateman

3c// There was also a family issue that I reacted spectacularly dickishly to, and ended up being quite disrespectful to some people I hold drear to my heart. I guess a part of me really is still 14.